What is this... wawoo movement? We fear we may be commenting on this to late, but... what is it?
We will partake in the phenomena, regardless.
Wawoo.

seen from Germany
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seen from Malaysia
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What is this... wawoo movement? We fear we may be commenting on this to late, but... what is it?
We will partake in the phenomena, regardless.
Wawoo.
I'm so bad at giving asks, uh...
Hm
Trying to think of what to ask...
What's your favorite color?
(Just asking that while I try to think of something better)
Our favourite colour... we have never been asked this before. We think we have two.
Cerulean blue. Eggplant purple. Those are our... particular favourites.
.....for..tun..e...?
....
[@summonedsaviour]
Agh!
[Tellerbug is startled by Summon's presence, but quickly calms back down. They usher it into the cave, careful not to touch Summon's void appendages.]
Let's see here...hmm...
[They appear confused on which mask they should place their claw on. They decide to, instead, to use four of its claws and place them on various masks.]
Hmm... it's hard to tell what, as in your collective intelligence, your future is. The bugs that form you may have had an influence on how you act.
One bug you use for your voice, the other for your temperament, et cetera, et cetera.
Pure void, as you are, cannot be read. It has no beginning, no end. The amount of souls you have, the void you are mostly made from, makes it very hard to read you.
Though I can tell you this -- due to the circumstances of your creation... you may outlive some that you hold near and dear. Though, this is speculation. I have never read a creature of your make.
May we have our fortune read...?
@li-of-hidden-caves
Oh...hello yellowbug...come, come...
[Standard procedure. Tellerbug pulls Li closer with their claw, and places it on Li's forehead.]
Oh! A mothkin! In half part also...we are very alike, yellowbug...
You are quite the character... underneath the veil of...self-deprication, there is a caring side to you. But why...why this way...? You are quite the higher bug...
Your...your upbringing... oh dear...dear yellowbug...oh...
I see something now...you are destined to meet the villain to your story once a--again...a--a...
[Tellerbug's breathing quickens. They stare towards Li in horror, and in despiration.]
N...n-no...
[Their eyes begin to glow, glow in that distinctive orange hue that Li, or any bug from Hallownest would recognise. Infection.]
B-back! Back! Away, kin, away! You were TOUCHED! B-by the light! Go! GO!
[Tellerbug desperately tries to cover their eyes with their flimsy limbs, and cowers further back into the cave.]
G-go. GO! We have told you your fortune, kin! L-leave us...p-please...
*Pablo walks in, tired as hell*
Pablo is curious to hear what fate has decided for him. Fire away.
Oh, hello greenbug...
[Tellerbug raises one of their claw. and pulls Pablo towards them. They then, once Pablo is settled, place the same claw atop his forehead.]
You are a curious specimen, greenbug... not palekin, nor of higher descent...yet a great air of strength radiates from you...
... We sense love is on the mind. A wedding planned for others, and reminiscence of a wedding old...yours.
Your future is...clouded. It is very hard to tell what will happen...but there is one thing... a tragedy, a great tragedy. A close friend will disappear, and never return...
Then again, your future is hard to read. We are not sure what will happen. But stay weary, greenbug. Stay weary.
[Tellerbug then disappears into the cave, leaving Pablo to process what was just said.]
The Ball Is Coming.
What...what did you say, brown-cloaked bug? We are...confused.
Strange bug, higher bug...you have a great weight on your shoulders...let us read your claw, old one...
-Tellerbeing, Act 3 to Hornet